Chapter 18 #2
But now, we were alone in the bed, it was morning, and I still wanted him with a ferocity I couldn’t begin to understand.
“Let me jerk you off,” he murmured, kissing my jaw.
“Your aunties,” I started to protest. I would get loud. I couldn’t help myself.
Aravind seemed to realize that too, so he rolled over, and when he returned, he pressed rough lace to my lips. “Open. Be a good boy,” he rumbled, his voice sleep rough.
I did as he asked, and he balled them up and set them between my teeth, then pressed his palm to my mouth.
“There we go. Want to be my good boy and lay here and take it?”
I nodded, half-frantic, half-afraid someone was going to burst through the door. “The lock,” I tried to say, but I couldn’t get out more than a soft, muffled collection of sounds.
Aravind gripped my dick, pulling it from the slit in my boxers, then began to jack me hard and fast—just the way I liked.
“Your dick is so pretty, do you know that?” he asked. He twisted his grip around the head, then pressed against my slit with his fingernail. “It’s always so fucking wet, leaking a goddamn river for me. The moment we’re alone, I’m going to suck every drop of come out of you.”
I groaned and fucked my hips upward, chasing the hot orgasm already setting me ablaze.
Everything around me went hazy as I spilled over his knuckles, and my lungs burned from being forced to breathe out of my nose. But it was exactly what I needed. Aravind stroked me through the last of my aftershocks, then kissed the side of my neck as he gently laid my cock down on my boxers.
“Don’t move,” he ordered.
Not that I could have, even if I wanted to. He peeled his hand away from my mouth and reached for something, then appeared in front of me again, straddling my hips. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my limp one.
And then I heard a camera shutter. I made a soft noise, and he pressed a finger to my mouth. “I said be patient, sweet boy.”
I settled, and then I heard the camera shutter again.
I had never allowed this before. I was trained too well in PR to let myself do something so foolish as take a sex photo, and yet if Aravind wanted it, he could have it. I would gift wrap the fucking moon, stars, and every other planet if that’s what he asked me to do.
I shuddered as he started rocking his hips against me, and when he picked up speed, I realized what was happening. I bit down on his panties, groaning as my hand trailed up his thigh and found his dick, and I made a circle with my fist, letting him slip his cock in the tight ring.
“God, you really are the best fucking thing that ever happened to me,” he gasped. He fell forward, one hand landing on the pillow beside my ear, and he began to hump me hard and fast, his skin making a gentle slapping sound against mine as he rode my hips.
It didn’t take him long either. He moaned softly, then sucked in his breath and held it as he came all over my stomach.
Our mess mixed together over my boxers, sinking in as it cooled.
It was entirely unpleasant, but I had no desire to move, even as he plucked the panties from my mouth with the most delicate touch.
“Good?” he asked.
“Yes.” My voice was raspy and hoarse, and he hummed, kissing me before rolling off to the side.
“Want to see?”
I frowned as I turned to face him. He was too close for me to make out anything other than bits of his skin. “What do you mean?”
A moment later, he pressed his phone into my hand. “Go on.”
Oh. Oh. That’s what the pictures had been for. My fingers trembled a little as I lifted the device and angled my head, holding it back and back until the whole screen came into my one, tiny pinprick of vision.
And it was still kind of blurry, but I also recognized myself. God, it had been a long time since I’d seen my entire face all at once, and it was bizarre that it may also be one of the last times I’d see myself. I looked so entirely fucked out.
My hair was a wild mess, eyes unfocused, cheeks pink, and I could see the bits of lace sticking out from between my lips. Aravind’s hand was still curled around my wrist, pressed up against the pillow beside me, and god, it was so hot.
My dick attempted to twitch.
Then Aravind reached over and swiped the phone screen again, and oh. It was him. It was a selfie of him when he was straddling me, his teeth digging into his lower lip, his eyes heavy with desire. He looked exactly like a man who was about to fuck himself into oblivion using my hand.
I swallowed. “Can I see our sandcastle?”
He made a noise of surprise, but he flicked through the photos until they landed on the ones he’d taken of us at the beach. The sandcastle was nothing to be proud of. It was half-collapsed, but I could see the ocean just beyond it, the waves that would eventually consume the entire thing.
And beside it was the small pile of shells I’d dug out from the sand.
He dropped the phone beside us, then curled into me. “I hope that was okay.”
“That was amazing,” I murmured. I turned my head and gave him a morning-sour kiss, which he took like it didn’t taste awful. “Thank you.”
He hummed and rubbed his nose along my shoulder. “I was thinking we might want to check into a nearby rental. Just for some privacy. Manisha is staying next door with Ferris and Quinn, and your nephew will probably go back with his parents eventually. But I’m not sure we’ll have any real us time.”
“Do you want us time?”
He pushed up, and I could see one eye blinking at me. “I mean, if you don’t…”
“Not what I asked,” I said, cutting him off.
He sagged down and bowed his head. “Does it make me pathetic that I do? I mean, we did this whole fake boyfriend thing for your parents, who we’re not even going to see anymore. Logically, we should stop.”
My stomach twisted with disappointment, so I rolled over and pinned him to the bed, hovering over his chest. I moved my eye until I could see his mouth.
“It wouldn’t be logical to quit having this much fun.
And…and I like your family,” I added. “If you’re not into this, I can catch a flight and meet up with Alexio and Jonah, or Vanya and Micah.
Or I can go home and rot for a while. But I don’t want to leave. ”
I felt Aravind’s entire body relax. “I don’t want you to leave.” He held his breath, then let it out in a rush. “I like you.”
“Well. That’s obvious.”
When he pinched my side, I burst into laughter and rolled off him, and he turned into me. “Thank you for that. But I don’t mean just your dick or your hand. Or the way you let me stuff your mouth with my panties. I like you.”
In all honesty, I kind of knew. Aravind wasn’t a subtle person, and he’d never held back with what he wanted or how he felt. And as much as I was a newbie to this whole friends-with-benefits thing, I was pretty sure most of them didn’t hang out for weeks at a time and cuddle every chance they got.
“I like you too.”
He let out a relieved moan. “Yeah?”
I pulled him into my arms again. “Yes. Life feels complicated right now. There’s been a lot of big feelings going around. You just had a breakup, and I’m facing the loss of my career. And my family sucks, and yours is here and wants time with you…”
“Can you get to the point?” he begged. I was not used to hearing that tone from him. “I’m having a panic attack here.”
I took his hands in mine and kissed his knuckles. “My point is maybe we don’t decide anything right away. Maybe we just let this be whatever it is, and after the vacation bubble pops and we get back to life, we can see what we are then.”
“That makes way too much sense for eight in the morning.”
I laughed and wrapped both arms around him. “Right now, what matters is that I’m happy. You made me happy. You made this trip worth every bit of pain I felt before I was here in your arms.”
“You could go be a poet after hockey,” he told me, then kissed me before I could reply.